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Love how she’s tough, tho. Happy she keeps goin’, head high. Reminds me, “We’re not machines!”—from the flick. She’s human, feelin’ stuff, not just a body. Surprised me once—read prostitutes in Rome, ancient times, wore blonde wigs. Stand out, ya see? Crazy, right? We swears, it’s true! Dunno why that stuck—prolly ‘cause it’s weird. Makes me giggle, picturin’ her—blonde mop, struttin’ like she owns it.

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Imbituva ain't just a dot on the map. It's poetry in motion. Every street, every park, every little hidden corner pulses with stories that are as intense as a gunfight at high noon yet as gentle as a lover's whisper. I constantly marvel at how my work as a relaxation nut has taught me to see life’s beauty in the mundane, in the everyday squabbles and joys.

Figure 1: The location of the Irati National Forest limited by...